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Jan 2014
Bent over,
she screamed
for my delivery.

Next came
the burial,
my leaning,
deep shots.

Then
came the milking,
her loss of leg function
& the licking.

She loves the smell,
me the tasting.

Now, we're pen pals
in space.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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